Fly (Story)

I again thought about sitting in the bed and looking out the thin window of the hospital. I couldn't see anything out those windows but sometime I would catch a glimpse of a bird soaring in the sky. I realized I wanted to fly. With that thought, I was suddenly wearing something, something tight. Looking back in the mirror I saw I was in a tight form fitting pilot suit. I was covered in harnesses and gadgets with a helmet clipped to my chest vest. Looking down at myself I realized I knew somehow what everything was for.

"Now if you are ready you may begin, if you ever need to speak to me simply ask for the Tailor," The AI says. "Ask who," I say surprise at the new higher quality of my own voice.

"Anyone or anything," The AI says with a smile before I am again blinded by a flash.